Page 31 of Snowed in with the Billionaires

In a breath, Ren takes possession of me by my hair. He drives his cock into my open mouth. My need to have them turns mygreed into a frenzy of feeding. I suck Ren’s cock like he’s my air, breathing through my nose, ignoring my need to gag as Ren penetrates my mouth to my throat.

“Jesus fucking hell,” Ren groans before he pulls out. Kaiser already has his hand in my hair, directing me to engulf the whole of his tremendous cock into my mouth.

Kaiser’s taste melds with Tristan’s and Ren’s, and the combination is intoxicating. He clutches my throat with one hand while his other hand holds my nape. He slides down my throat, ignores my gagging, and then holds himself there until I feel the trickle of his pre-cum wet my throat. Dear god.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says softly, slipping from my mouth. I whimper in disappointment at the emptiness inside me.

They’re looking down at me now as I sit with my knees folded and my hands in my lap, my head turned down.

“You belong to us, Madisyn. You’re the fucking love of our lives, so there’s only one way we’re going to take you.”

The love of their lives?

They love me. They. Love. Me. It’s too surreal to comprehend.

“All three of us together, sharing and deeply embedding honey-sweet pussy and your incredible fucking ass between our three cocks.”

“Do you understand what we’re sayingto you?”

I replay their words in my head, over and over. While my mind cries out in fear as I imagine what they could do to me, my body soars into the stratosphere. Yes, I want them that way. How else can I exist otherwise?

Ren picks me up and carries me to a leather lounger with no arms and backrests. Shudders roll down my spine. The muscles in my back tense as I clench my hands into fists on the soft padding of the sofa.

I’m vulnerable in this position. Exposed. Naked. On all fours. My breaths are shallow, erratic as they casually peruse my body, running their hands over my curves, dipping their fingers into my soaked pussy, and sucking my essence into their mouths.

I’m so aroused, so greedy for their touch. I spread my knees further apart and purr, offering myself up to them.

“Fucking gorgeous perfection right here.”

Tristan and Kaiser move to stand behind me now. They have a clear unhindered view of my ass and the slit, dripping with arousal, at the apex of my thighs.

I moan as Tristan spanks my ass cheek. Just hard enough of a sting to set my nerves on fire and my clit pulsing. He does it again, but I’m forced to share my focus on the delicious burn on my butt with Ren, who catches my attention.

What is he doing?

My gaze follows his chiseled frame, his ultra-muscular back, his perfect butt, his powerful long thighs, and mouthwatering calves as he strolls to the middle of the room. He picks up the track bottoms he’d been wearing before and retrieves two items from each pocket.

I have no idea what they are. But I’ll soon find out.

He tosses a bottle of lube to Kaiser behind me. In his other hand is a set of beads on a string. It dawns on me at once. Those are anal beads.

Oh my god. My butt clenches involuntarily, and the panic that weighs low in my stomach has the uncanny ability to make me wetter. Ren comes to stand in front of me, then twirls the globes around his enormous, pulsing cock.

Behind me, Tristan slips his hand under to my pussy, his palm open against my folds and clit.

“Wet these beads with your mouth, kitten,” Ren instructs me.

Dear holy cow. His words, spoken roughly and huskily, titillate my senses. I know where they’re going to put those beads, but even my stark apprehension is not enough to stop me from running my tongue over the glass spheres.

Instinctively, I find myself licking between each globe just so I can taste the warm, velvety skin of Ren’s cock. Without thinking, I move my hips, rubbing my clit against Tristan’s palm. Shame evaporates from my body, leaving my skin flushed red and hot.

I hiss against Ren’s cock and the beads as Kaiser lowers himself, parts my ass cheeks, and kisses me wetly all over my ass, his lips inflaming me, but his tongue against the rim of my bottom hole incinerates me.

I try to squirm away. Tristan slaps my pussy. Hard. Ren threads his hand into my hair and holds me in place. Kaiser’s touch is too intimate, too bold. I don’t know how to react.

He licks and bites, kisses and sucks, turning me into a sobbing mess. I drop my head against Ren’s cock, trying to compose myself, but I fail spectacularly under Tristan’s full possession of my pussy. He’s thumb strokes my clit while two of his fingers slide up inside me.

“Spit,” Ren instructs, pointing to a sphere. It’s unmannered, unladylike, and unbecoming for me, but the thought is also erotic, hot, and filthy.

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